But I digress. Boy oh boy did I digress.
Yeah, nineteen ninety nine was a hit in nineteen eighty two.
And you might be wondering why I didn’t write them as 1999 and 1982. If so, good. But I’m not gonna share that with you. It’s a deep, earth-toned secret. And if I revealed it to you, then everyone would know, and the mystique would be lost forever.
Back to the story. I was in a band back in 1982. And we often played in a very popular venue in the far south side of the greater Houston, Texas metro area. Popular then. But it’s probably long gone now. Doesn’t matter. Just know it was popular. Just like the music of Skipper…uh…Prince.
I remember we’d get the people up and dancing for our 45 minute sets. And the house DJ would keep ’em dancing with songs from Skipper…uh…Prince, John Cougar, The Cars, and other 80’s faves. We built a very nice following there. And it was a blast to play for such enthusiastic crowds.
But I’m not sharing this because I was a Skipper…uh…Prince fan. Hardly. Instead, I’ve noticed how his more subtle lyrical innuendos seem so tame compared to what’s trying to pass itself off as music these days. And the song “1999” is an example of what I mean. They lyrics are highly suggestive. But at least they don’t come right out and say what was on Skipper’s…uh…Prince’s mind.
But so much of today’s mu-sick (or that stuff they play on the radio that they’re trying to pass off as songs) holds nothing back. In fact, it appears it’s a no-holds-barred free-for-all world when it comes to pop mu-sick.
And one of the worst parts is…
Parents don’t seem to care what terrible damage it does to their kids. In fact, lots of parents are just as likely to listen to the junk as their kids. And when I talk about the terrible damage, I mean the kind of damage that can last forever. Because, as old-fashioned as this might sound, the mu-sick is a form of rebellion against God.
Skipper…uh…Prince left planet Earth five years ago this month (April). And even though his parents were members of the Seventh Day Adventist denomination, I don’t see any evidence he went to Heaven. I hope he did. But it doesn’t seem likely.
So, the moral to the story is this. Rather than party like it’s nineteen ninety nine, look for the love of Jesus like it’s your last day. Because one day it will be.
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